Hello all! I decided to upgrade an old fanfic of mine, and here it is!
Because Ritsu/Mit-chan is my favorite shipping :3
I don't own Fruits Basket!
"SENSEI! THE DEADLINE WAS DAYS AGO! WHY HAVEN'T YOU FINISHED YOUR BOOK YET?" Mitsuru wailed, she threw her hands at the sliding doors with a force that could almost break them, but not quite. Shigure's editor gave up after a bit, simply slumping against the door. She allowed herself to cry.
Suddenly she fell on her back.
"UWAH! I'M SO SORRY! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!"
Mitsuru wiped her eyes on the sleeve of the blue sweater and looked up through the now open door at the upside down, or rather, right side up effeminate face that loomed over her. Ritsu has his hair tied back and was wearing a yukata, much in the style of the house's owner. Mitsuru sat up properly and giggled lightly and bit her bottom lip, a light blush of embarrassment on her face.
"Uh, Mit-chan! W-would you come in?" Ritsu's own face showing a bit redder as well. He sat the young woman down at the kotatsu no one ever bothered putting away to calm down a bit more. He brought her a glass of peach juice, as Shigure wasn't quite ready to trust him around hot things yet. He handed the drink to her with shaking hands and went to sit opposite her, waiting for her to finish.
As she set the glass down on the table, Ritsu took a deep breath in. He could do this. Breath out. No, he can't. Breath in. No, no, he couldn't do this! It had been three years and it would probably be three more before he would be able to tell her! "I'M SORRY I CAN'T DO THIS! I'M A SAD EXCUSE FOR A HUMA-"
"magic poke!" Shigure announced, poking the hyperventalating monkey in the side.
"SENSEI!" Mitsuru exclaimed, looking at the poor deflated man on the floor.
Akito Sohma walked in rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Wha's going on...?" She asked, getting a good view of her immature husband, his editor, and the long haired relative of her's with a cross-dressing fetish lying on the floor. She immediately turned around and left the room.
"Aki-chan! wait for me!" Shigure stood up strait and followed his wife down the hall.
Confirming what had just happened by looking into each others eyes, Mitsuru and Ritsu faced each other and the topic at hand.
Ritsu began muttering to himself under his breath, "I can do this! Tohru did that, I can do this!' He peeked at Mit-chan out of the corner of his eye. She looked like and angel in every way to him., her eyes shone, and she seemed to be glowing. "You only live once." Ritsu told himself. He did one more meditative breath for good measure.
"Um.. Mitsuru-chan... I-I like you a lot... Would you g-go out with m-me?"
He felt like a young girl confessing to Mit-chan, he deathly hoped he wasn't going to be rejected.
When he looked up, there were tears coming out of Mitsuru's eyes. "Ah! I'm sorry!" He said, not as loud as usual. "I made her cry!" He began to slowly panic, suddenly he was by her side, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of the yukata. He repeated apologies, getting louder with each passing second.
Mitsuru grabbed hold of the lace tying his hair back, pulling Ritsu a little closer. His hair was loosed from it's hold, the lace falling to the floor. "I like you too, more than you know." Tears began to overflow from her eyes.
Ritsu instinctively moved to kiss the woman's forehead. Mitsuru pulled his head down a little so their lips made contact instead. The kiss was slow and sweet, and tasted of peaches.
Shigure: AH! I should probably give Mit-chan the manuscript now...
me: NO! Leave them be!
Akito: Zzzzzz...
